Twilight's saddle lecture

Rainbow Dash lies draped over you, on her back, wings spread out, legs spread out, using your abdomen as a pillow. Smiling at the ceiling.

“I’m awesome!” her exhausted voice whispers.

You’re too tired to respond. Thinking about it, you’re too tired to even care.

“I mean, you’re awesome too! But I managed to keep your heavy body airborne for the entire time, and you did a huuuge amount of strokes.” she marvels over her own superiority. “Did you count them?”

“No, I did not.” you yawn, yearning for some rest.

“Me neither. We should have Twilight count them!” you hear her plan for the future. “It must be a world record. Keeping a heavy alien in the air for that many strokes. I’ve really earned my Wonderbreed title. Not like Fleetfoot who got it by a fluke. Only Spitfire is a worthy competitor.”

“You’re the best flying machine I’ve ever fucked.” you say, while you pat her chest affectionately.

Her face shines like the sun from your praise. You couldn’t decide what type of pillow talk you preferred. Rainbow Dash was way too cocksure but at least she didn’t make plans one year ahead.

“Yeah, I’m the best flyer you ever gonna fill! And although technically not true, you are pretty much a member of the mile-high club.” she says.

“Even though you crashed in the end.” you mumble.

The package of soft pony body resting on top of you, turns into a rigid pack of bricks as she tense up, and twists her neck to look at you.

“I SWEAR, it has NEVER happened before!” she yells right at your face.

Her gaze locks your eyes while staring at you, as if life and death depended on it.

“I don’t know what happened... That’s NOT me! I have perfect control over my wings. Always have!! Always will!!”

She keeps staring at you. Breathing rapidly with every muscle in her body ready to act if need be.

“I know, I know,” you try to calm her with a soothing voice. “If we actually had been a mile up it would just have been a tiny dive, and then we would have rebounded. I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah! Exactly...” she says and relaxes again.

It’s quiet for a while and you almost manage to doze off.

Suddenly Rainbow Dash pulls in her wings and turns her body around. Scooting up to get her head pressed to your face. “Don’t tell anypony my wings locked up, ok?” she whispers in your ear.

“Ok, I won’t.”

“Thanks!” she says with a big smile as she kisses your cheek.

“But I wonder about one thing though...”

She perks up and looks at you.

“Why that weird sex position? I couldn’t do any hard thrusts to... mangle your prize.”

“Pft! I can pick and choose anypony I want. I’ve challenged the biggest, and it’s overrated. Any mare can clench her teeth and push through some massive mauling pole, and for an experienced milf it’s barely a struggle. But to do it in a danger-zone or mile-high over Canterlot, now that’s a challenge.”

You lay silent for another minute before she suddenly jumps up on all fours. “We must go down and tell them we’re finished!”

“You go, I stay here.” you say.

“Don’t be silly!” she snorts as she hugs your left arm and starts pulling you out of bed. Flying slightly over the floor as she drags your body towards the door.

“Wait! Wait! I need my pants.”

“Why? Your dick isn’t sensitive like a stallion’s; it can surely manage without protective cover in the kitchen.”

“No it can’t!” you sneer.

Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes, while patiently waiting for you to put on your pants.

Two minutes later you’re almost at the kitchen.

“Ta-dah!” you hear Rainbow Dash cheer from the kitchen. She moved too fast in the end, and reached it ahead of you.

As you step inside, you see them gathered around the table with their teacups.

“Tell them what you told me.” She nudges you with a hoof.

“Uh?”

“The one about me being the best...” she hints.

“Oh, yeah, you’re the best flying machine I’ve ever fucked.”

Rainbow Dash proudly basks in what she believes to be glory. You on the other hand interpret their attention as confusion.

“Flying machine?” Twilight raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, it means I’m awesome!” Rainbow Dash explains to everyone.

“Will you help me off with this contraption?” Rainbow Dash asks Applejack as she struggles to remove the saddle. She finds it problematic to undo the straps with her hooves and wings; and she can’t properly reach them with her mouth.

“Sure, sugar-cube.” Applejack says as she moves up to Rainbow Dash. “Perhaps I’ll strap myself in?”

“You totally should! I can recommend it. He’s one hundred percent Rainbow Dash approved.” she turns around to look into your eyes, “As long as he doesn’t let his yapper speak too much.”

“I’m tired though. I should go back and get some rest.” you announce with a theatrical yawn.

“What about me?” Applejack blurts out.

“I’m sorry, but Anon has to rest. He’s been busy two days in a row.” Twilight intervenes. “The only stallion in Ponyville who can get it up every day is your brother. You should talk to him.”

“I’ve always offered my brother to you, why can’t you give Anon to me?”

“Because taking care of a human is a big responsibility; it’s not something you can toy with. Ask Fluttershy! She knows more about nurturing pets than anypony else.”

“She’s right you know.” Fluttershy mumbles, but only Pinkie hears it and nods her approval.

“Yeah, he needs to rest. I need him for a trip to Cloudsdale where he will join the mile-high club.”

“Out of the question.” you say, trying to mimic Twilight’s calm and assertive conduct.

“He needs to focus his time on studying cultural saddles across Equestria.” Twilight chimes in.

“But it’s for sciiieence.” Rainbow Dash pleads.

“You’re no scientist!” You and Twilight echo together.

“I am! But I don’t study sex, like you do. I study aerial capabilities and physical performance under different types of stress.”

“Hmm...” Twilight says while pondering the words.

“I’m not going.” you state flatly.

“But we can add a safety net? It’s important we get a chance to compare me with Spitfire, so we can finally see which one of us is the best Wonderbreed. You don’t have to do Fleetfoot. She’s not even close to being number one.”

“That does it!” Twilight says, “Anon will not indulge in any other science projects before he’s finished with his current. You should always finish what you started.”

You nod vigorously at first, but quickly slow down, as you remember what your current research project actually entails.

Rarity discreetly clears her throat, as she with a not so discreet sweeping gesture, throws back her mane to get the attention.

“I’m not a scientist, but perhaps Anon can help me with a cultural exposé regarding the form and style of the saddle? I was thinking of making some designs of my own, while keeping the cultural base and the message intact.”

“I’m listening.” Twilight says. Now acting as your manager in all saddle-related errands.

“I would need his expertise to make sure any improved and modernized designs still convey the initial message across all tribes. Have him evaluate different prototypes and discuss them.”

“Just talk?” Twilight verifies.

“Nothing but dialogue and exchange of knowledge.” she says with a comforting hoof on Twilight’s shoulder.

“It’s a deal!” Twilight smiles. “I will organize his calendar to book a time when you two can meet.”

You’re surprised the purple pimp didn’t bother to ask you, but then again, she always considered you and everything you did her personal responsibility. Her castle – her rules, as you’ve been told ever since you arrived to Ponyville.

“So when is the parade?” Pinkie asks.

“Still waiting for response from Mayor Mare, but I would guess three days from now. We will declare intent and show readiness for one-two hours, and since Ponyville isn’t a big settlement, we will do several laps before ending up in the Glade of Passion. Starting in the afternoon and done by the evening.”

“Ooh! That will be perfect!” Pinkie jumps up from her seat. “Then we can have the promenade party right after your breeding. You and Anon will be guests of honor and everypony can get a closer look.”

“Good idea, Pinkie! The ribbon that unites us during the walk, could be kept even during the party, so everyone can inspect the arrangement and discuss the details. And I can prepare charts and graphs!”

“Oh, my...” Rarity says while blushing. “Are you really going to let all of Ponyville get a chance to touch and nibble him?”

Twilight’s smile freezes as she imagines the scene. As the cogs turn in her head she quickly objects: “No, no, no! Definitely No! It will be just like in a museum. Only look – no touching. I’ll put up signs all around him.”

A murmur of approval escapes the gathered mares, loud enough to cover up your desperate groan.

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